I felt loved growing up.
A safe and loving home.
My tears wiped away by Mum.
Replaced with hugs and kisses.
Were terrorists given love?
How was their life growing up?
Did their Mums wipe away their tears?
Were there hugs and kisses for them?
Growing up I made mistakes.
My parents were there to correct me.
Teaching me right from wrong.
In school the teachers corrected me.
Did terrorists not have the same advantages?
Were they left to run wild?
Was there no adult to teach them?
Were they never taught right from wrong?
Are they motivated by greed?
Is this the reason they kidnap hostages?
Are their minds messed up?
Were they born without a conscience?
Strapped with bombs, armed with guns.
Killing at random hundreds.
Life is precious; life is sacred.
Taking a life is unforgivable.
Were there bad adults brainwashing them?
Showing them hatred instead of love.
The vicious cycle that continues.
Innocence killed, evil grows.
Am I making excuses for them?
I am trying to understand.
But I don’t think I ever will. Do you?
(In solidarity with all families who have lost loved ones to acts of terrorism, in the recent Paris attacks and the Malaysian hostage that was beheaded yesterday.)
By C.E. Pereira